#OTD in 1898, the Rough Riders waded ashore at a small Cuban beach called Daiquirí. The ramps dropped, the men stepped off into the surf, and the war Theodore Roosevelt had been waiting most of his adult life to fight became a thing happening to actual men.
The landing itself was undefended; Spanish forces had withdrawn inland. But the chaos of getting ashore was real. The surf ran high, the dock was a wreck, and horses and mules were simply thrown overboard to swim for the beach. One of Roosevelt's two horses, Rain-in-the-Face, drowned in the surf. His other, Little Texas, made it ashore — and would carry him up Kettle Hill nine days later. While Roosevelt was superintending the landing, a boat of Black infantrymen capsized and two men drowned; Captain Bucky O'Neill plunged in to try to save them, in vain.
Within forty-eight hours, the regiment would be moving inland through dense brush toward a place called Las Guasimas, where, on June 24, they would fight their first major engagement and lose Captain Allyn Capron and Sergeant Hamilton Fish.
But on this day in 1898, the war was still ahead. The men coming ashore — cowboys, college athletes, miners, lawmen, ranchers from the Dakotas — were the volunteer regiment Roosevelt had built in San Antonio. He believed in them. They believed in him. By July, the country could not stop reading about them. By August, the war would be over.
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